Ashley
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall without really seeing it. My hands were still resting on the blanket, cold against my palms. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, pressing down on my chest until every breath felt forced. It had been almost an hour since Hayden left, but it felt like days. My mind refused to rest. It kept circling the same thoughts, replaying every word he had said, every look he gave before walking out the door.
I had promised him I would be fine, but I wasn’t. The silence of the room only made it worse. My thoughts wouldn’t stop fighting each other. One side kept whispering that I needed to tell him what happened that night when I went to the club looking for him. The other part screamed at me to keep it to myself. To protect him. To pret
